Paul Davidson
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Got a Bank Holiday double gift of a lie in and a bath today. Treble if I include the sticky ribs that The Chef rustled up while I bathed. Hashtag blessed.
Which set me thinking on lockdown’s dissociative property, whereby thousands are dying in hospitals and homes over the UK, but for us it feels like just a run of quiet weeks. Assuming the family stay healthy throughout, I think we’re likely to have positive memories of the experience; extended family time filled with baby giggles.
That doesn’t sound right or fair – it sounds selfish. But it’s true nevertheless.
10 May 2020